I like to see it lap the Miles --
And lick the Valleys up --
And stop to feed itself at Tanks --
And then -- prodigious step
Around a Pile of Mountains --
And supercilious peer
In Shanties -- by the sides of Roads --
And then a Quarry pare
To fit its Ribs
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid -- hooting stanza --
Then chase itself down Hill --
And neigh like Boanerges --
Then -- punctual as a Star
Stop -- docile and omnipotent
At its own stable door --

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Poem Info

Poet:Emily DickinsonPoem:585.
I like to see it lap the Miles --
Volume:Complete Poems of Emily DickinsonYear: Published/Written in 1955
Last read: 2015-08-02 15:53:07
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Added Jan 9 2004.